The Act

Catastrophe

Sage's POV

"Your make-up looks spot on Ms. Polyester."

I stare into the mirror.

My make up does indeed look spot on.

It's been awhile since i've modeled my work, too long for my liking. I've missed the adrenaline, missed the buzzing studio, i've missed it all. Every time I walk into this building, the pride is almost overwhelming.

Knowing that I did this. I busted my ass to build this up.

I'll never get over that feeling.

"It does, and that's all thanks to my amazing makeup artist." I agree watching the older woman shake her head in complete disregard.

"Trust me sweetheart, i've worked with many young woman over my years and I can assure you that this makeup only looks amazing because I have such a beautiful model."

I gush at the comment in complete sincerity.

I love older women.

"Aw stop you're making me blush."

"Let me see my woman." I hear a deep voice demand from behind the curtains making me let out a small sigh.

"S-sorry Mr. Kingman but Ms. Polyester has requested that no one visits at the moment."

Great.

"Honey please go calm that beast of a man before he kills us all." The older woman advises with a knowing look.

I send her a apologetic smile before pulling the curtains aside.

The man in front of me was dressed formally in a navy blue tux looking good enough to eat. His face was cleanly shaven, and I almost pout at the death of his stubble. It makes him look mature.

Or I just have daddy issues.

Locking eyes the harsh look on his face immediately melts into a more loving one. I give the security guard a nod, letting him know that the Italian man was no threat.

"Why are you out here causing trouble." I scold running one of my hands over his jaw. "You cut the stubble." I eye him once more. "You also got a hair cut."

"I wanted to see you and they were stopping that." He grumbles looking me up and down, right before licking his lips.

"You look beautiful." He then compliments making me smile.

"Thank you baby, you look very handsome yourself — even though i'll miss the beard."

Xan blushes softly at this covering his face with his hands in attempt to hide it.

"I'll grow it back out for you." He offers.

I giggle. "You're cute."

Turning back to the mirror in front of me I organize the makeups, putting a few fly aways back into their places, before feeling a pair of hands wrap around my waist.